Cher - Gypsys, Tramps Thieves Lyrics
I was born in the wagon of a travellin showMy mama used to dance for the money theyd throwPapa would do whatever he couldPreach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor goodChorusGypsys, tramps, and thievesWed hear it from the people of the townTheyd call us gypsys, tramps, and thievesBut every night all the men would come aroundAnd lay their money downPicked up a boy just south of mobileGave him a ride, filled him with a hot mealI was sixteen, he was twenty-oneRode with us to memphisAnd papa woulda shot him if he knew what hed doneChorusI never had schoolin but he taught me wellWith his smooth southern styleThree months later Im a gal in troubleAnd I havent seen him for a while, uh-huhI havent seen him for a while, uh-huhShe was born in the wagon of a travellin showHer mama had to dance for the money theyd throwGrandpad do whatever he couldPreach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor goodChorus chorus fades
